This thread follows the astonishing story of 24-year-old identical twins Christophe (Alpha) and Dodo (faggot). CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Well, I promised a second part to this story … and here it is.

I thought one of the more remarkable elements to the story of Alpha Christophe’s enslavement of his identical twin brother Dodo was the involvement of their father, an Alpha named Shane. Sadly, Dodo couldn’t give me much insight into how this event transpired since he wasn’t with his father and his twin brother on the fishing trip that precipitated it.

That’s when Dodo put me in touch with his Alpha brother Christophe, and I finally got to meet the Man around whom the entire story revolves. But the story he subsequently told me lacked the lurid and grotesque details I expected. Instead, I discovered a tale of heartbreak and compassion in the center of some very complex sexual ideals.

What I found was a Protector Alpha father doing what was Hierarchically best for his sons!

I’ll let Alpha Christophe tell it.

Let me tell you one thing first: I know this story must sound rather disturbing. A father and brother raping the twin brother. But my father cared very much for Dodo, he only had its best interest in mind.

My father has used faggots since the age of twelve. When he went to university he had a very cute little faggot, very much like my brother, one who would do anything you would tell him to, without questioning it.

He was very attached to this faggot, but then my father spent one year in the US and this faggot got owned by a bad man. He exploited the faggot and whored him out. A lot.

When the boy tried to refuse this Master kicked him out with nothing. He had taken everything from him. The boy killed himself.

Let’s pause for a moment and digest this. You can start to see from where some of the choices Alpha Shane made originated. Any Protector Alpha of any worth would feel shattered at the loss of a beloved faggot due to his own actions. Imagine how you’d feel if you left your dog at home while you went away on a long trip, and the dog, so beset by grief, refused to eat and starved to death. You would be heartbroken!

So it was with Alpha Shane.

When our father realized that Dodo was just like this faggot he thought it would be best if I would take care of my brother. From my 11th year on he told me that my brother was a gay faggot and that I had to own him and protect him. So this didn’t happen overnight, my father had it planned from the day he realized that Dodo never would become an alpha, worse even, he was an easy to manipulate faggot.

So on the day at the lake, my father told me that we had to breed Dodo this night, that I had to make him submit to me. You know the rest of the story.

I do love my brother and I protect him. I also use him as a faggot.

Dodo is not dumb. On the contrary. He’s very intelligent and sensitive, but unfortunately easy to manipulate. He accepted to be a faggot so quickly that even our father was surprised.

And please don’t believe Dodo (when he says) that my father is disappointed in him. He might be disappointed that Dodo is a faggot, but he loves him as much as he loves me. Dodo doesn’t think much of himself, and so he always thinks other people wouldn’t think much of him as well. It’s not true. He’s cute, intelligent and he’s got a very wicked sense of humour. And he’s a fantastic faggot.

I don’t know whether to praise these two incredible Protector Alphas or curl under a blanket and cry sweetly sad tears of relief. Alphas cannot know what a true story like this does to a faggot hearing it. They are touchstones for those moments when we feel depressed or alone, worn out, and used. We read these words and we hold up our heads proudly again.

We. Serve. These. Greatest. Men. These Men are gifts to be treasured always, to be worshiped with everything we have to give. And when we give those gifts to these good and righteous Men, those gifts are treasured as well.

Thank you so much to Alpha Christophe and his faggot Dodo for sharing so much of their personal and very private journey!

This thread follows the astonishing story of 24-year-old identical twins Christophe (Alpha) and Dodo (faggot). CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Honestly, when I published the story of the Alpha/faggot relationship of identical twins Dennis and Tim, I thought that would be the most intense and shocking true story I would ever feature on this site.

Then I was contacted by a faggot named Dodo.

Actually his real name is Jacques, but he was renamed Dodo by his Alpha twin brother Christophe when, at age 13, he was claimed as his brother’s faggot.

And here’s the kicker: this arrangement was orchestrated by their father!

I’m going to let Dodo tell the story in its entirety:

We were born 24 years ago. First my brother Christophe, then, thirty minutes later, me. I’m Jacques, but my brother named me Dodo after he had made me his property. I grew up in Christophe’s shadow, though we’re identical twins, he always seemed stronger, more muscular, more talented, braver than me, a King. Everyone loved him but ignored me.

Christophe was my father’s favourite, I was a little girlish, mummy’s little boy. Christophe and my father often went away for the weekend to fish and sail, I wasn’t interested in it. My father also is a very strong Alpha. Someone you can’t ignore, people adore him.

When we were 13 we spent the holidays – as usual – in our country house. My mother was away for work and we spend the days on the lake, fishing (them, not I) while I would read. My brother often teased me for being so girlish and shy, he often grabbed me and crushed my balls, or sometimes he would try to stick things up my ass. He often was a bully, but he also protected me from other bullies. He always told me he was superior to me and I agreed. There was no doubt he was.

A few days after our 13th birthday, our father and my brother had spent the day fishing, while I had stayed at the house reading, and my world changed.

They came back in the evening and they were in a really good mood. My brother had been successful and had caught some big fish, and my father told him several times how proud he was to have a son like him. I could feel something was different, some tension, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

Then my father turned to me and said that I – opposite to my brother – had been nothing than a disappointment. He had always hoped I would turn into a man one day, but now that we had turned 13 he had to face the truth. One of his sons was a faggot. I had never heard that word before, but my brother seemed to know what he was talking about. I felt ashamed for being a faggot, because I knew my father felt that way. He continued that at least one of his sons was a real Alpha and he smiled at my brother. I could see how proud he was.

I didn’t know what Alpha or faggot meant, I just knew that Alpha was something to be proud of and faggot something that I should be ashamed about.

My father looked at me. As it happens that your brother is an Alpha and you are a faggot, I have decided that it’s best if your brother will take care of you. Faggots need to be guided and protected by Alphas and your brother will be the best choice for you. I was absolutely puzzled. I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but I kept my mouth shut.

“Tonight your brother will make you his property. From now on your purpose is to serve your brother in every possible way and whenever he demands it. I expect you to be a good boy and do as you’ll be told,” said my father. Needless to say that I always had been a good boy, I always did what I was told to do and I also did a lot of things for my brother. I was even more puzzled.

(I should mention that my brother had started humping pretty much anything since he had turned twelve. He masturbated daily and he and my father watched porn together. Straight porn. I wasn’t interested in my dick yet, but I loved to put a finger inside my asshole and play around.)

We were in the kitchen and my father told me that I was my brother’s faggot. I was only wearing swim trunks, because it had been a hot day, and my father told me to take them off. Meanwhile I was really confused about all that talking and I hadn’t understood a word, I only understood that my father said he was disappointed by me and it almost made me cry.

My father pulled me onto his lap. “Shhh,” he said, “you don’t need to cry. It’s not your fault, nature intended you to serve your brother. It happens. That’s your purpose, boy, and you will be a good faggot.”

Then he asked me if I ever had touched myself, if I played with my dicklet, like my brother did with his cock. I said that I only touch it to pee and he said that from now on I wasn’t allowed to touch it anymore. It was a clit now, and a clit was only used to pee. I asked how I should pee and he said faggots only pee sitting or squatting, never standing, because they weren’t men. He said men are having cocks and assholes, faggots have clits or dicklets and a pussy.

With that my father pushed me from his lap and told me to show them my pussy. I was so confused I just turned around and bent over for them to see it. My fathers finger probed my pussy and he said that was the most important part of my body. This and my throat. They, and the rest of my body, would belong to my brother now, and he could use them in every way.

I must have had question marks on my forehead, I had absolutely no clue what he wanted from me, but I got a feeling that I knew it.

My father then said I should be a good boy and let my brother take my pussy. My brother had been sitting on the sofa while my father was talking and only now I realized that he had his cock out and that he was stroking it, lubing it up. I suddenly felt something cold on my ass and realized that my father had lubed my hole for my brother. He told me to go on all fours, like a dog. I did what he had told me and then I felt my brother’s cockhead pushing on my asshole.

I felt him pushing inside, then he pulled out again and went back inside. It did hurt, but it also felt exciting. He started to fuck me harder and my father told him to go deeper, fuck me even harder. I don’t know how long he went on fucking me, I somehow, I don’t know how to describe it, I was in another mindset. At a point I nearly passed out and eventually he shot a big load inside my ass.

He pulled out and my father said I was a really good boy and that my brother owned me now. Then my brother stood in front of me and held his still hard cock in front of my mouth. My father said a good faggot would clean the man’s cock after it had been used. I put my tongue out and licked my brothers cock. It tasted like shit and lube and something else. When I was halfway done cleaning it my brother pushed it inside and fucked my throat. So much slime came up, I thought I was going to die. He came inside my mouth and I realized, that this something else that I had tasted on his cock was his cum.

“Good boy,” he said, and patted my head. I felt proud.

I was still on my knees and I wanted to get up, but my father told me to stay, he said he needed to try my new cunt. With that he was inside and fucked me so deeply that I nearly passed out again.

When he was finished he also held his cock in front of my mouth and I cleaned it. I knew what he expected. And I wanted him to be proud of me.

Before I went to bed my brother said that every time he would enter the room, or I would enter a room he’s in I had to go on my knees. My father added that I must call them Sir, of course only if no one else was around.

I got caged soon after that. I was only allowed to remove it for when I had to get naked in school, or I had to see a doctor. I think because of the cage my clit didn’t really grow. My brother’s dick is really big, while mine stayed small. They were identical when I got caged.

Since that day I have been serving my brother. We’re 24 now.

Needless to say, I was floored by this incredible story, all of which was corroborated later in an independent conversation with Alpha Christophe.

Speaking of Alpha Christophe, Dodo told me a bit more about him and their current situation. They live in France together with Alpha Christophe’s girlfriend who accepts his use of faggots. He also owns other faggots, and occasionally uses them with his brother, something Dodo finds “embarrassing.”

Their father currently lives in Canada, but still fucks Dodo whenever he visits them.

It was really the father’s role in this that intrigued me, and Dodo didn’t really have much insight into it (since he wasn’t at the fishing trip that preceded it all).

But my follow-up conversation with Alpha Christophe unearthed an amazing story in and of itself that will require its own post.

TOMORROW: Origins Of Alphahood: Alpha Father Shane